


The Antari of Love, The Antari of Strength, and The Antari of Life

by nightmoonz



Category: Shades of Magic - V. E. Schwab
Genre: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, F/M, Happy Ending, Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, M/M, Mistletoe, Multi, One Shot, Post-Canon, Resolved Sexual Tension, Yuletide Treat, mostly adorable
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-12-17
Updated: 2017-12-17
Packaged: 2019-02-16 00:22:56
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,013
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13042638
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/nightmoonz/pseuds/nightmoonz
Summary: This is a post-canon fic/divergence fic, we find out what happens to Holland, Kell, and Lila and how everyone is doing the year after they defeat Osauron. Starts out a little dark but it's mostly fluff.





	The Antari of Love, The Antari of Strength, and The Antari of Life

**Author's Note:**

  * For [valkyrierising](https://archiveofourown.org/users/valkyrierising/gifts).



> Firstly, I really want to thank my friend and Beta for this fic: FF account Ryuuko1; AO3 dragonlingdar. I could not have done this without her, so I'm going to shamelessly signal boost her and her work. It is exceptional please check her out.
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> Secondly, Hi again Yuletide buddy!
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> Believe it or not, THIS and not "When I Win" was supposed to be your official Yuletide gift, but I finished editing "When I Win" first. I hope that's okay? ^___^'''
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> Anyway, I hope you like this too!
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> With much love and warmth for the Holidays!

 

A year. 

 

It had been a year since the three Antari had beaten Osauron and saved all three Londons. Even though it had been a full year since those events, it didn’t feel that long. Kell gave a small laugh.Lila had been ready to kill him.

 

~~~~

 

_“This is by far the stupidest thing we’ve ever done, Kell.” Lila snapped, h_ er expression was both priceless, and terrifying. He honestly didn’t think he’d ever see her show so much raw emotion before. Angry yes, annoyed yes, but truly showing what she was feeling without a hint of mystery? No. _“I’m bloody serious Kell, why are we helping Holland?”_

 

Kell found the rest of the memory bittersweet.

He had always felt that he was on the verge of becoming Holland, like that had been the worst thing for someone to become. In those early days, he was more similar to Holland than he liked to admit.

Explaining that to Lila had been difficult. It was hard for him to talk about how he had been feeling during Osauron’s brief rule in Red London, and even before that.  He didn’t really want to discuss his childhood. He would concede Lila’s point, however; despite the sometimes icy treatment of his parents, he had had a home. Lila had always been scrambling to survive…like Holland. So, who was Kell to compare his experiences to theirs?

He knew, though, that he could have very easily had walked down a similar path to Lila or Holland.  After all, who knows what would have happened if Kell hadn’t been bought by King Maxim and Queen Emira? What if he had only known the bitterness of survival that Lila had? What if he suffered even further like Holland, who had no friend or ally at all? Lila at least had her mother and Barron. It seemed that Holland hadn’t had that. All Kell knew was that Holland may have only known the Dane twins and their cruelty.

After the dust settled, Kell told Lila everything, including and how much stronger than he thought she and Holland were over him. How he had only recently fully realized how fortunate he was. How he recognized he could have turned out so differently.Lila was right for pointing out all of those issues a long time ago. 

That was another thing that pulled at him. All of what Holland had been through and all the things he had done after getting his new power from Osauron? Kell knew that it easily could have been him; it almost had been.

Hadn’t he been tempted? Hadn’t he nearly succumbed to that terrible power to save Rhy? He never wanted to talk about that moment where he had chosen to go out of hurt, didn’t want to speak about when he had to make that horrible choice. With a guilty conscious, he told Lila and Rhy he might have kept that secret with him to his grave if it hadn’t been for a fitful nightmare in which he had to do everything all over again.

 

He didn’t know then, how much Lila had regretted saying those words. When she had said them she didn’t know Kell, not really. She didn’t know that he’d been in a home where the people who claimed to love him treated him more like a tool. She hadn’t realized the only people who treated him with unconditional love were Rhy, Calla, and Tiernen. 

However, she would never dare to correct herself now, not out of pride, but because then at least if Kell found himself feeling like a tool she could at least throw back that his parents really did love him like a son… 

When did everything get so complicated? She thought, wearily.

She had choices Kell didn’t. She could have lived with Barron, and she was always welcome, especially on the coldest nights of winter. She knew she could always have the freedom to leave without worrying that Barron wouldn’t have her back. Kell had never known that freedom. 

 

So, she left with him for White London, not because she cared about what could have happened to Holland, not even for White London itself, but for the boy with the very peculiar coat.

 

_“Right… okay” Lila rolled her eyes. “Well, fine then.I guess the sooner we get this over and done with the sooner we can move on with our lives.”_

 

And off they went to find that all the progress Holland had made using Sauron’s powers for good was gone. While it surprised no one, the blow still stung Holland, perhaps even more so considering how his people had briefly known what it was like to have life in the streets of White London. Now, all that was gone. Kell felt a wave of sorrow, and placed his hand on Holland’s shoulder. His action made even Lila feel pity for the frozen wasteland. The three had looked at each other in silence before Kell spoke:

 

_“Do you think this will work Holland?”_

 

_“I’m not sure of anything anymore,” Holland replied, his voice cold. “I don’t even know why you have decided to help me, anyway.As I’ve said, I don’t expect your kindness and I don’t want it.”_

 

_“You should be thanking Kell, Holland,” she snapped, pissed off by his words. “If it were up to me, I’d slit your throat and let this sacred tree absorb whatever powers you think you have left.”_

 

That’s what the plan was.  A drop of blood to Holland’s sacred tree from an Antari representing each London. Maybe that would be enough; after all, it had taken the three of them together to defeat Osauron.This might just be enough magic to save White London’s world. 

 The three of them stood around the tree, pierced their palms to let their blood trickle down to the roots of the tree. 

At first nothing happened.Then, suddenly, the river started to defrost and at the base of the tree. The frost melted and lush green grass took its place. It was entirely insane and astonishingly beautiful. 

That’s when they felt a heart beat. They couldn’t tell where from, however… Lila had felt it come from the river. Kell had felt it come from the ground.Holland had felt it come from the tree itself.

And then there was the light.

 

_~ ~ ~_

 

“I can’t believe it’s really been a year.” Kell said, more to himself than to anyone else, but leave it toLila to quip back without any hesitation. 

 

“I still can’t believe you really talked me into going in the first place. I’m especially surprised that somehow you’ve managed to convince me to go back.”

 

“Well, we said that we would,” Kell said as he threw on his coat, “Besides, I know who you really want to go and see.” 

 

“Well, of course I want to see him.” Lila felt her cheeks burn, and huffed, “He’s really the only reason I’m going back. If it were up to me, I’d only be visiting him and just because that leech Holland brought him back doesn’t erase that Holland’s the reason Barron died in the first place.” She said pointedly.

 

~ ~ ~

 

After they had been a hit by the blinding light they were someplace else.Not White London, not Red, not Gray.Holland didn’t seem scared, so Kell ruled out that it was Black London. 

 

“Antari.” They heard a voice inside all of their heads, “I haven’t seen Antari in so long.What business do you have here?”

 

Holland and Lila froze, not out of fear, but out of mistrust, which left Kell to answer. Kell opened his mouth, but then his eyes glazed over, which brought Lila and Holland to him. They shook him and tried to wake him out of his trance, but nothing happened until they heard the voice again.

 

“I see, and I believe you. Take care Antaris, I’ve decided to give each of you a gift when you return. Goodbye Antari of Love, Antari of Strength… and you, especially, Antari of Life.”

 

The three looked at each other concerned and uncertain aswhat to do. Kell reached out a second time. Lila drew her sword and Holland tried shielding them both.

 

“Take care, and remember.”

 

“Wait—please, remember to what?” Kell asked frantically, though luckily aloud this time.

 

“Come back in a year’s time, do the ritual, and remember.”

 

This time when they returned to White London, the ice had melted, spring had finally come back, and a few lost, familiar faces.

 

~~~

 

Barron was already waiting for them in his new establishment in the walls of White London. Officially he was Holland’s advisor.Unofficially, Holland had contracted the best Tavern and inn he could for Barron to run. Barron was miffed, but mostly appreciative of the gesture.He always shrugged and proclaimed at least he was alive, but he desperately missed his pub the Stone’s Throw.

Calla held a sunny disposition but that was no surprise to anyone. Like Barron, she did miss home, but looked at her new life as a way to reach out to new people. She kept a shop next to Barron’s Tavern while still making her fantastical wearable art, as well as practical clothing for the people of White London. She kept the prices as cheap as she could, and always smiled at everyone she met. If nothing else, she could at the very least speak to Barron, and they had a fun time exchanging stories about their Londons, and finding comfort in each other when the nightmares of their deaths came.

Finally, there was Alucard’s little sister, Anisa, to visit.Kell was carrying a batch of Alucard’s letters and small gifts for her. It always tugged at his heart to see her missing her older brother.  

 

Despite being Alucard’s sister, she was an innocent, and she shouldn’t have been deprived of her only tolerable family member.  Anyone could see the separation was the hardest on her. She was desperate to go home to her cat Esa and Alucard again, but she, like Barron and Calla, was not an Antari.The risk of bringing her back to Red London was far too high.

 

~~~

 

They remembered it all too well. 

 

When the people of White London declared Holland the true Someday King, when Lila and Kell had gotten back the people they had missed most, Barron, Calla, and Anisa, they had been thrilled. 

But, then they realized, there was no way to take them home. None of them were Antari, and the three Antari would not risk the lives of those who had just been returned to them.  

 

Kell had been the one to first recognize that it was going to be very difficult for Alucard to accept this news, and even harder to convince him they could not, would not, take him to White London. A fragile compromise had taken form when Rhy suggested he could go in Alucard’s place. After all, his life was tied to Kell’s, and therefore nothing could happen to him. They all reluctantly agreed on that.Even though they were hesitant to have Rhy leave, Alucard was relieved Rhy would go in his stead. At least, that’s what they thought would happen. 

The next month, when Lila, Kell Rhy agreed to visit, Kell had been careless and burned his hand.It had been nothing major, but there was one big problem—Rhy had felt nothing. That had prompted Alucard to inspect the threads connecting Kell to Rhy.They were still there, but they had changed in color and strength. 

It appeared that instead of their lives being tied together, they shared a semi-empathetic link. They could tell when the other was troubled, or happy etc, but Rhy’s life was his again, which was bittersweet. There was no way anyone would risk Rhy’s life traveling through worlds, especially since his link to Kell wasn’t nearly as strong as it had been before the three Antari spilt their blood in the hopes of saving White London.

No one knew what to do. Rhy was devastated for Alucard, of course, but he was worried anything he said would sting even more. 

Lila was in a similar situation.She had no idea what words of comfort she could offer--she was fairly certain those words didn’t exist. In many ways she had been more like Alucard in spirit than Kell. Her wanderlust, her fearlessness, the desire of something more while being too afraid to take a chance. She had wanted the Nightspire for herself, but that seemed like a life time ago.She loved her captain. So when that blow hit, it hit hard. At least she could go see Barron and Calla. Alucard didn’t have that luxury.Now Rhy, the person he trusted most, could not go either.

That’s when Kell spoke up. “Alucard…”

“I don’t want to hear it Kell.”

“Instead of acting like a child maybe you could just listen to me?” 

“Kell!” Rhy had snapped

Kell ignored Rhy and pressed on. “Look, I can’t really imagine what you’re going through.If Rhy and I were in the same position as you and Anisa, I don’t know what I’d do so…” Kell shrugged. “When Lila and I go back, if there’s anything you want to give her, like a gift or a message, I’ll bring it to her.” He held out his hand to shake Alucard’s, “It doesn’t mean I like you.”

Alucard took Kell’s hand, “It doesn’t mean I like you either.”

“No, I’d hoped not. You and I getting along is never going to happen, but your sister isn’t you so it wouldn’t be fair to take it out on her. Besides, now I have Blackmail!If you ever leave Rhy I no longer have to be nice to you. I’d still deliver your mail, but I wouldn’t have to pretend so much.”

Alucard, usually was the one with all the comebacks, with all the flare, who put up every facade imaginable, murmured out what sounded like a thank you and to everyone’s shock include his own hugged Kell.What was even more surprising was that Kell hugged back.

“Oh, one thing Maresh: hurt Bard and I will come for you.”

“Like you would stand a chance.”

~~~

 

So, every month for next 12 months, Kell kept his promise. Not only did he carry letters from Alucard to Anisa, but from her to him as well. For 12 months they visited Barron and Calla, and for 12 months they went over to the White London’s Castle (Kell insisted) and talked to Holland. 

After Barron greeted them, as per tradition, they had dinner and Kell and Lila updated Barron on how Ned was keeping the Stone’s Throw (neglecting to mention Ned had changed the name to The Five Points). They told Calla about all the new events that were going around Red London and how Rhy was improving the non-magical and magical peoples’ relationships. Finally, they told Anisa about their adventures with Alucard.

However, unlike tradition, instead of walking to Holland in his Castle, Lila and Kell met Holland in his woods.

“Hi, Holland.” Kell said as Lila and he walked up 

“Kell. Bard.” Holland nodded

“So, are we ready?” Kell asked in earnest.

“Always.” Lila shrugged.

Holland grumbled a reply. 

 ~~~

 

They had made an agreement a year ago to return to the tree and do the same ritual that had given them their friends back. That have given Holland his life and world back. 

They pierced their skin once more, and letting their blood drip down to the roots. They all took in a deep breath anticipating what would happen next. 

They waited for a minute in absolute silence.After that, they healed their wounds and looked around. Nothing happened.

“Well… I guess that’s it then?”

Lila let out a sigh of relief, “Guess so.Come on Kell let’s get back to Barron.”

Kell nodded, but Holland hung back.

He didn’t expect the year anniversary to be any different. Sure, Barron was brought back, as well as the child and that woman, but Holland knew what he was and he knew what he did.

“You too, murderer.”

“Lila, honestly.”

“Well he is.”

“So are you, Bard.Where am I supposedly going?”

“To Barron’s.You know, your "official adviser" who hates the job by the way.”

“I know.But his advice is usually sound, so I opt to follow it.”

Lila blinked, “That might have been the smartest thing you’ve ever said. Anyway, come on.” 

“Why and for what?”

“I’ll let you explain it.” Kell let out a small chuckle and walked ahead.

“Explain what, Bard?”

“Look. There’s this thing in Grey London okay? It’s called Christmas, and it’s a time you spend with your family and what not.”

Holland stopped dead in his tracks. Lila had gone seven paces ahead of him before she had realized he stopped moving.

“I’m not going to invite you again.”

“You’re the one inviting me?”

Lila’s cheeks burned, “No, idiot, Barron’s inviting you. I’m just the messenger, but if you know what’s good for you, you’ll start walking. You killed him, you owe him. It’s Christmas.Just come.” She huffed off, annoyed and cold.

With each visit to White London, Lila hated Holland less and less, but she still didn’t like him.Well, at least not as much as Kell did.

Holland looked down and followed Lila to Barron’s. He had prepared a traditional English dish that everyone had been tentative to try, with the exception of Kell and Lila.Kell had had Barron’s cooking before, and Lila loved it. They all gathered around the table and Calla, being the kind, warm person she was, offered Holland a seat next to her and all but talked his ear off. He would have been annoyed a year ago, but this felt different from some silly gossip or small talk. He was being included, in this small family made up of Grey, Red and, well, one White Londoner. 

So, he participated in the conversation, and everyone made sure to make it a nice affair, especially for Anisa, as it was more than he ever got as a child. Lila told the story of Santa Claus and Barron told the story of Hanukkah. That mildly confused everyone, so Barron and Lila had to explain the differences and why there were two different traditions.In the end, they gave up, all the while smirking at each other as if sharing an inside joke. Kell shrugged at Holland, Calla, and Anisa, which made them all laugh.

Holland felt a pang in his heart for his brother, for his old love, and for his old friend. It might not have been the same, but all of them sitting, eating and laughing, made him feel the way he had always longed for. He felt whole. 

After some time, little Anisa fell asleep at the table. Barron and Calla took her up to bed, tucking her in with promises of presents the next morning. Calla and Barron also said good night and snuck off to bed, most likely together.

“It’s a nice tradition,” said Kell

“Yeah, yeah, it’s definitely a lot nicer when you have food and a family that’s for sure.” Lila took a swig of her ale

“Delilah Bard,” Kell let out a mocking gasp. “Are you saying I’m a part of the family? Awww, that may have been the nicest thing you ever said to me,” He teased. 

“Oh, shut up, Kell,” Lila laughed. “I have said and done plenty of nice things to you. If anything,” she paused, and gave Holland a tentative look, “it’s probably the nicest thing I’ve said to Holland, or, well, if what I said includes him.”

“That is undoubtedly correct Bar—Lila.” Holland looked up from his drink Barron insisted on serving him when Lila spoke. He turned his gaze to her.He was pretty much acting on instinct, but he thought it was odd, wanting to use her given name rather than her surname.

They paused and looked at each other. Finally, it seemed that they had come to grips with not hating each other anymore. Slowly, they had developed an odd sort of mutual respect, but now it appeared that, hell, they may even like each other. Not the way either of them liked Kell, not that Holland would ever admit to the way he liked Kell, but that was an entirely different issue for another time.  

Kell smiled. “Well, it’s nice to see that we all actually kind of… well, I guess, got along for a change.”

“We aren’t getting along!” Lila and Holland cried out together, and then promptly scowled at each other.

“It’s not a bad thing.After what we’ve been through? After what we’ve seen? Let’s just drink too much and, for lack of better words, enjoy each other’s company.” Kell took a breath and let himself give out all of the warmth he could.

 

“All bloody right,” Lila sighed, caving first. She never used to admit any wrong doing, and she would always get somewhat frustrated with herself for it, but the good vastly outweighed her sense of independence. Kell was worth it, the only person worth it truth be told. “I’ll be on my… best behavior, considering the company.”

 

“Thank you Lila. I am quite glad that no one is going to die tonight.”

 

“You’re very welcome Kell. Merry Christmas.”

 

Holland looked on as Kell and Lila laughed together. He knew it wasn’t right for him to want something like that, but ever since White London had come back to life, he found himself wanting and longing for all the things he had in his boyhood. 

It was then moment that Holland really wanted a drink.He hadn’t seen Kell as he walked over to the bar; however Kell had had a similar idea, so he wandered over. Lila and he engaged in such a witty repartee that he had not paid attention to where Holland was or what he was doing. The two all but walked into each other, and Lila smirked devilishly before she started to laugh.

 

“Oh, come on Lila.It’s not that funny,” Kell said, but it drove Holland mad. How was this infernal red head so able to pull himself out of the darkest situations, which included embarrassing encounters with they ever popular renegade Bard? 

 

So, Holland merely sighed. “Kell’s right.How is this funny?”

 

“Oh, you two bumping into each other? No, that’s not what is funny. _That_ is what’s funny.” Lila pointed to what Holland and Kell perceived to be weird looking plant nailed to the wooden beam that was right over their heads. 

 

“Lila… I’m afraid I’m still missing something here.” Kell said tentatively 

 

“That is mistletoe,” she explained. “It’s an ancient Grey London tradition that I was always smart enough to avoid. Any two people caught under it have to kiss.”

 

“You must be joking Bard,” Holland said.“I am not kissing Kell.”

 

“Ooooooh yes you are!It’s what tradition demands, after all. Now, I’m going to get another ale.” Lila was clearly enjoying herself far too much. While Kell and Holland stood there, staring at each other, clearly unsure if there _was_ a way they could wiggle out of this, Lila went to get more ale.She was careful to go the other way around the bar so she wouldn’t get stuck under the mistletoe. However, she wasn’t as careful coming back from behind the bar, so when she stood next to Kell and saw Holland smirking next to a very bashful Kell, Lila looked up, and that’s how she knew. She fucked up.

“Well, shit…”  

Underneath the mistletoe the three of them stared in silence, incredulous at their predicament. They all knew nothing would come of it.It would also be no big deal if they just laughed it off and dismissed it as a silly but sweet Grey London tradition. Admitting there was a weird charge in the air was too terrifying to even consider. So, what were they to do? Lila folded her arms across her chest in defiance, Holland resumed his emotionless facade. 

Kell stood there, thinking. He carefully examined it all. Out of the three of them, he acknowledged that he had known affection from his childhood. Through Calla, through Tiernan, through Rhy, through his parents.

Maybe he did feel a different affinity—a different kind of love for both of them.But, regardless, one thing was certain: they both of them loved him back. They had followed him, stood beside him, saved his world, saved his life. They had let him in.They let their pride go--not all of it, but enough that they allowed him to save them as well. Kell smiled sweetly and kissed Lila’s lips softly then turned to Holland and gave him the same soft kiss that he'd just given Lila. Kell turned back to Lila and put his arm around her but looked at Holland in the eyes. 

“You know, it really is a nice tradition. And I just want to say that I love you both, and I hope you both know that. I hope you know how much you mean to me, and…” he trailed off, feeling suddenly awkward.“Um, just…thanks for everything.”

There was a long silence, and since Kell was the cause of it he decided to break it. 

“Well, I think we all know what happens now.”

Lila shrugged her shoulders, “We become real friends.”

“No, you both come to my room and we have an orgy.”  Kell replied so deadpan that Holland and Lila thought he was serious. It was only when Kell could no longer force down a small smile that they both started laughing. 

With the tension in the room broken, Holland suggested that they all go to bed. He made his way to the stairs first but stayed at its base.

“K-Kell,” he stammered. “Thank you for what you said. I know I don’t deserve kindness from you—either of you--and a year ago I didn’t want it, but I’m glad… I’m glad you both are here. Thank you both for helping me saving my world. For saving me.”

Lila normally would blunt like, ‘Yes, you’re welcome,’ but instead she spoke candidly: “Kell—I want to thank you, too. I’ve spent most of my life running away from things to survive. It’s nice for a change to have something to run _to_.”  

They walked upstairs, and Lila and Holland shared a nod before going into their respective bedrooms. Kell went into the room he was going to be sharing with Lila. Lila stayed outside for a moment and talked to Holland on her own. 

“I never got it before.”

“Never got what, Delilah?”

She cringed at Holland using her full name.It always bothered her, but this time she’d let it slide. “I never got what Kell always said about you, or, well, what he really said was he could see how he could have grown up like you, or been the one possessed by Osauron or what have you. Kell always kept wanting to save you because he couldn’t shake how it could have been him, and, well, how he would have wanted someone to save him. I didn’t get it before because… it’s just not me to think that way and it’s not you. He’s good, too good and he takes on too much.”

Holland nodded, “We should look after him I guess.He’s clearly the most reasonable, the most balanced.Besides, I’ve grown to like him, even if he was an irritating child.”

Lila and Holland shared a laugh and just as they were about to go to bed Lila turned around and asked “Coming in then?” 

Holland looked at her and paused, “Make a decision before I change my mind.” She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

Holland shrugged and went into her and Kell’s room. 

 

~~~

 

The very next morning, they were waken up by Calla, who had tried very, very hard to not grin at the three of them sharing a bed together.She would have pressed their sleeping arrangement, but then she remembered why she had woken them up. 

“Get up! Quickly now!” she cried

“Calla!” Kell shouted blushing a color so red that not even his very peculiar coat could match the hue.

“Oh Kell, relax.We’ve all been there,” Calla said, waving dismissively. 

This response naturally caused Holland to laugh, Lila to look impressed, and Kell to somehow look infinitely more horrified than he had previously.

“Calla why in all the name of magic are you in here right now?

“Oh! Because Barron and I think Little Anisa is becoming an Antari.”

“What?” Kell said softly 

“Barron and I are stumped. We aren’t sure how but… oh could you all come down and have a look? This would be fantastic! She’d be able to go home to Alucard! Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m starting to really, well, love White London. These folk have an eye for the quality of the work rather than only focusing on the flourishes. Oh, but Anisa is so very little and I know she misses Esa and Alucard dearly…”

“How big is her pupil?” Holland asked clinically. 

“That’s the thing, you almost can’t even see the color of her iris anymore, and it’s continuing to blacken by the second!”

“Alright, we’ll be down as soon as we’re dressed,” said Kell, far more like himself and less like an embarrassed teenager whose mum just caught him in the afterglow of a good romp. Calla nodded before leaving the trio to get dressed. It took them seconds to get dressedAs it turned out, they all could get dressed just as fast as they could undress. Once they came downstairs Anisa asked, “Do you think I’d be able to go back home?”

Her eye at this point was completely black and Kell smiled, “You, know something, Emery? I think you can.”


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